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The first bar fight of the night

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RAINY SCHULTERMAN—NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, USA

Rainy Schulter a dress in the bathroo woman’s dress, a navy-blue dress with a white collar She puts it on, twists the collar into place, and perforymnastics to raise the zipper from her lower back to her neck Then she resets the collar, runs sarment, and stares at her reflection in the bathroo to see it froles as possible, a little dance that causes her to brush against herfrom the shower curtain pole

She last wore this dress to attend her cousin’s barshe can wear to a place like the Stork Club

“No,” Rainy says

She considers, face solemn, and decides to try the look with her hair down She pulls a few strategic hairpins and her black hair explodes out into its natural bristle brush

“No”

Her unifors neatly from the hook on the back of the door, and in five minutes she is in her Class-A’s, coht brass buttons Three gold chevrons adorn each shoulder

She sighs with resignation and begins pinning her mad tumbleweed of hair back into place Finally she settles her service cap, steadying it with a hairpin as well

Rainy steps out of the bathroo

Her hs, rolled eyes, a estures of shoulders and hands, es to convey her weary disappointment

“I was in uniform when he met me,” Rainy says defensively

“Oy”

“Mother”